Went to the nearby liquo sto corner market on my break.
Waiting at the stop sign to cross the main road, I saw a car with their front hood FULL UP in front of the windshield. Hazard lights on, but driver was not doing that “elbow out the window, leaning for view” thing. They were driving on … echolocation? Hope & a prayer? Jesus already took the wheel?
I decided to wait a minute. They pulled into the Corner Sto’ parking lot. I decided it was safe … but I parked a bit away, cuz ain’t no way I’m getting involved in whatever you got going on.
(I’m not selfish. I’m just very NOT mechanically inclined.)
Walk back out, and I hear two unmistakable sounds, simultaneously.
1.) A very angry man, yelling AT his speakerphone.
2.) The sound - c’mon, we all know it - of duct tape being unrolled.
I got into my car, thinking, “Naw. No, there is no way ….”
Friends. Yes. I sat there watching in utter disbelief as a man (in a crappy parking lot, on Valentines Day, in the snow & darkness) DUCT TAPED his hood so it wouldn’t pop back open.
And I thought … “Man, I thought I didn’t have my shit together, but … dude, you literally do not have your shit together.”
And later I thought, “You know, there’s a metaphor here.” (Cuz it was V Day and I was feeling more than a bit sorry for myself.
) “No matter how crappy your day, at least you’re not duct-taping your car in the snow.”
Eventually it occurred to me that if something was wrong with my car latch & all I had immediately available was duct tape .. same dude. I’d have done the same.